[for Terry]

[missingthekeep]

Honestly, Sean's almost surprised that he makes it all the way to Terry's door without turning right around again. All he really wants to do is hit things until he makes the problem bad enough that talking is no longer an option, but he promised Meredith he'd try and that, if nothing else, is what keeps his feet moving. He still has no idea what he's supposed to say and while he'd be loathe to call it anything of the sort, under the thick haze of anger that's thankfully clouding out everything else, he's nervous as hell, but he promised. Sean may not like to admit it, but Jamie was right. He needs to man up because this is his time to step in and be the damn father he still has trouble believing he is.

He's just thankful that he held his ground enough not to promise results.

"Theresa?" he calls loudly, not so much knocking as just pounding on the door until he gets a sign that she's in. "We need ta talk."

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[missingthekeep.livejournal.com]

"Like ye had the right ta keep this from me?" Sean asks incredulously, never mind actually stopping to question whether she's got a point or not. "Puttin' on the normal front an' lyin' to the lot of us? Ye're me family, Terry, an' seein' as I like ta think I'd've been invited to this farce ye'd be callin' a wedding, aye, I'd say it's me business."

[faithanbegorrah.livejournal.com]

With a scoff, Terry turns around and walks back into her hut -- her home, where she's having a yelling match with her father, something she never thought would happen. Not in this context, anyway; the last time they'd truly fought, she ended up hitting him over the head with a large rock.

"I said it wasn't yer business." She spins around to face him again, hurt and anger on her face in equal measure. "I didn't say I was goin' to keep it from ye."

[missingthekeep.livejournal.com]

Sean damn near laughs at that, reigning it in at the last second with an incredulous, derisive scoff. "Right, 'cause ye've been so forthcomin' f'r the past God only knows how long. What, were ye gonna write it all out on the damned invitations?" He follows her step for step, his paces measured and steady to a degree that's completely at odds with how off-balance he feels. "I s'pose Fick an' the missus'd be sittin' on the groom's side, then, would they? I'm nae quite sure what the etiquette there is. Christ, how in the hell were ye expectin' me ta take this, Theresa? I'm honestly baffled here."

[faithanbegorrah.livejournal.com]

"I expected ye to take it just like ye are," she says, throwing her hands up in the air. "Forgive me for nae chompin' at the bit to tell ye when I knew ye'd be this way!"

[missingthekeep.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so there is some spark o' sanity left in there!" Sean shoots back, looking upwards like this comes as a bloody message from on high. "If'n ye know it's such a royally arsed-up situation an' any normal person'd blow a fuse, why in the hell would ye still be subjectin' yerself to't?"